Kiss My Torn Lip

My nights are red,
My mornings painted white,
All the visible wounds all patched up
Ready for a repeat

I m always looking for a temporary cure,
The dark circles around my eyes,
Feeling the cold drops of tears washing my face clean
I want to smile but i know i ll bleed
"Some people" do not heed
I want to smell and feel clean
But the blood is tainted on my shirts
All of them;

My nights are colorless
My mornings;
I don't want to wake up

It feels like i'm choking myself
All these feelings, i thought i would want
I m confused, i m dazzed
I don't understand whats going on inside of me
Always looking for a cure
So you wont have to but i can't

I wished you would listen
Then you would stop our bleeding
Give me the only "cure"
Give me a chance to live
Heal my tainted torn lip

Prose to Poetry

A hanging toe nail? a headache? ahahaha nothing is gonna stop me, well almost nothing.

ehehe... the title is my post really, its a secret.

Title for ponder...

feelings; tainted flammable paintings on a torn brown canvas with a dead painter.

What does this mean?